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TIE VICTORIOUS. 

A SMALL POEM 

ON THE 

ASSASSINATION OF 

PKESIDEM 1 LINCOLN. 



M. B. BIRD, 

PORT-AU-PRINCE, 
HAYTI. 



M. DeCORDOVA, McDOUGALL & CO., 

BOOKSELLERS, STATIONERS, AND PUBLISHERS, KINGSTON, JAMAICA. 



1866. 

Cj»yt 



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viufvld at th" g^::anef. off: re, 

BY M. 'IMCCO&ItOVA & CO. 



INTRODUCTORY REMARKS, 

Expressive of the deep feeling in Hayti, on the arrival 
here of the news of the assassination of President Lincoln, 
nth slight historical notes on the Haytien Republic, and 
assing reference to the visit of the Hon. W. H. Seward, to 
'orfc-au-Prince, during the 17th and 18th of January, 1866. 



This attempt to sympathise with a great People in the 
uching bereavement which constitutes the subject of the 
llowing lines, was prepared, and even forwarded to the 
nited States, for publication, during the height of the Na- 
mal sorrow, but the hope of the Author, as to its prompt 
>pearance / was entirely defeated by circumstances too pain- 

I for publication ; the result, however, of this disappoint- 
ent, has been the enlargement and present form of the 
?ce. The first shock of this dreadful event has, indeed, passed 
* but the horror which it inspired can never cease, nor 

II it ever be out of time or out of place, to call down the 
lignation of mankind upon so foul a crime, 

The habit and practice of Public Meetings for the ex- 



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pression of the public mind, is not the Haytien custom, which 
is perhaps to be accounted for by the simple fact, that Hayti, 
as a Nation, is of French origin ; such, however, was, in this 
case, the extroardinary feeling which filled all hearts, as de- 
monstrated, that something out of the common course was 
desired and sought, hence a Public Meeting on this lament- 
able event was called, in the Haytien Capital, to be presided 
over by an Official Dignitary ; nor is it to be for a moment 
doubted that the deep sympathy of the Nation would have 
been expressed on that occasion, in a manner that would never 
have been forgotten, but all arrangements and hopes, with 
regard to this attempt to express the universal feeling by the 
public voice, were unhappily swej)t away by the occurrence 
of an internal war, which became a great national calamity. 
This circumstance, in all respects so much to be lamented, is 
partly, if not principally, the apology for the appearance of 
these pages, which now have to a great extent, for their ob- 
ject, to do, by means of the press, what disappointment pre- 
vented from being done otherwise, and giving a yet louder 
and more permanent expression of abhorrence, of the crime 
which poured forth such noble blood, to the shame and dis- 
honor of the age. 

But the painful failure referred to, neither alters nor 
lessens the fact, that the news of the assassination of the 



President of the United States, filled Hayti with profoundest 
grief; the soul of the Nation was stirred to its deepest depths, 
and the heartfelt sorrow of the people was expressed in the 
most national manner possible; from the least to the greatest, 
the Government and Army, with the Senators, Representa- 
tives, and every other grade of office, assumed those outward 
signs of sorrow, which, in this case, was no mere outward 
show or form, hut a full expression of the sincerest and pro- 
foundest grief of a people, to whom the name of Lincoln 
will be ever dear, as both the representative and victim of the 
very measure, which gave them their own existence as a na- 
tion. 

In fact, never was or could be, deeper or intenser sympa- 
thy felt or expressed, than that which was manifested by the 
entire Havtien Nation, at what has with propriety been 
termed, with regard to the present age, " the great event !" 

Nor less deep or intense was the national horror of the 
Haytiens, at the fiendish attempt upon the life of the Hon. 
W. H. Seward, whose valuable life for a time seemed to be 
suspended by a mere thread — long and anxious was the sus- 
pense, until the full assurance that danger was past, in this 
case, reached these distant shores, while gratitude to God still 
rises from all hearts for the restoration to health, 



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strength, and usefulness, of one whose firmness and wisdom 
in the nation's storms, deserves the acknowledgments of 
mankind. Great was the joy of seeing this justly distinguished 
individual on the shores of Hayti, and in its National Pa- 
lace, on the date already mentioned ; while the deep regret of 
all parties was, that this visit wns sudden and of such short 
duration — but the ease with which reparation might be made 
in such a case, affords the strongest hope of a speedy renewal 
of the same pleasure. 

That President Lincoln should have fallen alone, not- 
withstanding the infernal plan of murder embraced many 
others whose fall was also determined, is, to the believer in a 
miuute Providence, significant ; and seems to shew, however 
inexplicable to man, that but one sacrifice in this case was 
permitted by the Righteous Disposer of all things. Nor is 
it possible for a Christian mind, in this case, to avoid arriving 
at the conclusion of special and well-calculated design, on the 
part of an over-ruling Providence. The man who so long and 
so distinctly had prophesied the inevitability of the " irre- 
pressible conflict," although so horribly hacked, by the fiercest 
and most deadly resolution, however narrowly, escaped. A 
secret shield was there ; nor less apparent was the wise and 
firm purpose of Heaven, in the protection of the worthy and 



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distinguished successor of the lamented fallen one, with all 
those leading spirits, military and otherwise, whose preserva- 
tion was necessary, in the hands of God, for the carrying out 
of that great work which had now become the unswerving 
purpose of the nation, and which must ultimately place the 
hopes and prosperity of the whole human race, upon the solid 
basis of universal and unbounded, yet Aveli guarded, Freedom. 

In fact, the salient points of this great tragedy would be 
worthy of a Milton's pen; and it is certainly to be hoped and 
expected that some fit mind will one day set in brilliant 
diamonds of thought and language, the full development of 
an event, which must, by its very nature, tell upon the entire 
interests of the world, by the utter demolition of an ancient 
barrier to all of great and good to man, which it has so tri- 
umphantly completed. 

With regard to the piece to which these remarks are 
intended as an introduction, a simple apology for its poverty 
and imperfections might indeed have sufficed ; yet the fact 
that it has been written in a distant land from the United 
States, and by a foreigner, as to the great Republic — although 
one of its friends — demands at least a word. 

It may not, therefore, be an uninteresting fact, in connec- 
tion with the following production, that it was conceived and 



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penned in the Kepublic of Hayti, of which the splendid Island, 
by some historians, has not unfitly been called, the " Queen 
of tbe^Antilles," and which, in the present position of the 
great question cf universal liberty, which is now before up, 
deserves special attention, as the field, where the first great 
struggle of modern days for freedom, in opposition to the 
slavery of our age, took place. Here French despotism was 
opposed and dared, by Toussaint L'Ouverture, Dessalines, 
and many others, whose names must and will remain impe- 
rishable upon the page of History, as the great defenders of 
human rights upon the Haytien shores —not as revolters — 
this they were not ; but as the brave and honest defenders of 
a liberty proclaimed to the world, and given to every slave 
attached to the French nation by the great French "Republic 
of the last century, and which was ratified by all that a great. 
and powerful people could do, to make such a pledge legal and 
just, but which was subsequently sought to be withdrawn, by 
iniquitous efforts at the point of the bayonet, and by means 
of some of the most powerful armies that ever left the shores 
of France — a fact which lias ever been kept out of sight by 
the enemies of Hayti, and which has too often been forgotten 
even by its friends, while at the same time it unquestionably, 
and justly, removes the guilt of all the b'ood that was shed by 
the liberated masses, and places it inevitably upon these, who 



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were guilty of infidelity to their own load and uuiversally- 
heard proclamations. The remembrance of this great fact in 
Haytien history, changes the entire character of what is called, 
the great St. Domingo Revolution, and places the whole mat- 
ter in a totally different light before the world. Nor is it 
to be mistaken, that the time is now come, when truth 
on the long-misunderstood struggles of Hayti must be fairly- 
told. 

That such a piece as the one here offered to the public, 
poor as it may be and is, should have originated in a country 
and element where Slavery has long been trampled under foot, 
and where Liberty is the highest glory, cannot and will not 
be surprising. Nor will it fail to be promptly understood, that 
the just and righteous proclamation of Liberty, by the great 
Lincoln, must have produced unbounded joy amongst a people 
who, more than half an age ago, blew the same trumpet to 
the world — a sound which is no longer feared, for liberty 
is now understood to be the sacred gift of Heaven, in which 
is combined all of great and good to man. 

It will not be surprising, therefore, that the Haytien 
heart should still beat t:ue to liberty ; she has indeed, much to 
mourn over in herself: nor is she blind to her own weakness- 



es ; it is only in the nature and order of things, that to such 
a Nation, the name of Lincoln should be great and glorious, 
and that the murderous death which became his lot, should 
have been a subject of profonndest grief. 

Nor have the Haytiens failed to recognize the mighty 
hand cf God, in the raising up of one so singularly fitted for 
so holy and sublime a work. Minds are not wanting on these 
sunny shores, to discern, both in arms and politics, tho hand 
Divine, or to see that Lincoln's lustre and glory, was in 
the fact that he himself delighted to recognize the wise con- 
trol of the Sovereign Ruler of the Universe, in all human 
events ; and that this was the great principle which gave 
strength and vigor to all his views and measures. 

In Hayti, as well as on the continent of America, thou- 
sands, with the noble Lincoln, have laid down their lives in 
the great cause of human liberty. So true it is that right; 
amongst men, even in its simplest and plainest, yea, brightest 
form, requires rivers of blood for its establishment, yet not 
less in Hayti than elsewhere have the foot-printa of Divinity 
and eternal justice been seen, in the conquests and triumph of 
those sacred rights of liberty, without which man, both bond 
and free, ceases to be man. 



XI 

Hayti is, and must be, the enemy of shackles of every 
kind, whether of body or of mind. Liberty is the soul of her 
institutions; and this remains emphatically true, notwith- 
standing so much yet remains to be learnt and done in this 
land, on the same great question of the working and carrying 
out of really free institutions. 

The work of reconstruction in Hayti, after the demolition 
of a former despotism, fell to the lot of a former generation, 
of views on all subjects far behind the present time, and also 
under circumstances of the most unfavorable kind, which have 
only to be known to be understood : and yet, notwithstanding 
the gravest difficulties and Jhe most conflicting elements, it is 
a fact worthy of notice, that Hayti has long been in advance 
of nations that might be named, both in the old and new 
world, on the great question of Religious liberty ; hence it may 
safely be said that, under the Government of President Gef- 
frard, religious freedom is unshackled in Hayti. 

The military predilections and tastes of Hayti, have often 
by many been a subject of both astonishment and censure. A 
little reflection, however, would show that this has been the 
result of circumstances which would necessarily attach to a 
country which had wrenched its liberties from a greater power, 
and, for just; reasons, dared not till long after disarm. Born as 



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a nation under arm*, and that too, when the supporters of 
slavery all around her dreaded the self-liberated slave, and 
feared all contact with the elements of liberty, it is not surpris- 
ing that., by living under arms, as her only means of protect- 
ing her freedom, she should ultimately become military in all 
her tastes and habits, so that her very reforms have been too 
often accomplished by force, instead of the power of free and 
open discussion, as among the Saxon branches of the human 
family. 

Nevertheless, the manly spirit of the Haytien nation is 
prepared to appreciate the Cro.uwells, Washington's, and 
Lincoln's of the past. Amongst her citizens, of all shades and 
hues, are unquestionably found men of decided mind and 
intellect ; in truth, whatever there may be to regret as to 
Hayti, in reference to her general progress, it must be ad- 
mitted, that she has shewn sufficient development of intellect 
and general intelligence, to settle, in the most unquestionable 
manner, the entire mental equality of the African mind, with 
the rest of mankind ; and if, in a moral point of view, Hayti is 
a grief, even to the true and sincere Haytien Christian, as well 
as those of other shores, let it be remembered, how few Evan- 
gelical Churches from any quarter have cared for Hayti. In 



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this respect it must be admitted that both Europe and Ame- 
rica, have maintained and persisted in an indifference which 
can neither be explained nor justified. Hayti has long been 
forgotten; too long has she been left by those who, by greater 
fidelity to their own principles as disciples of Christ, might 
have made her far different to what she now is, in a religious 
and moral point of view. 

Nevertheless, the progress of events is closely watched in 
Hayti, nor ever were the movements of a great nation more 
anxiously and persistently kept in view, than were those of 
the United States by this Republic, during the great struggles 
which have now come to a close. The intense anxiety of 
Hayti, on the great question of slavery, will be much better 
imagined than expressed, and as Liberty seemed to rise grad- 
ually but gloriously, above the heaving sea of blood which it 
cost, so also rose the ardor and righteous enthusiasm of the 
Haytien people, until the mighty climax rose to vic- 
tory. 

Nor with less anxious joy and hope is the onward 
march of the same great people watched, now themselves un- 
shackled. The past great victory over slavish despotism, and 



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the price in precious blood which it has cost, constitute the 
pledge of a sincerity which can never yield, and shed the 
light of glorious assurance over the future, from which all 
that man is capable of— or could desire— is unhesitatingly and 
without fear expected. 

God has still kept the men of his right hand, for the com- 
plete carrying out of the great work which He himself, by 
their instrumentality, has begun in so signal a manner. He 
has placed and left them at their posts, for the defence of 
right ; and a Nation, great and free, where uncorrupted Chris- 
tianity abounds, bent alone on right, and firm in its execution, 
must become the hope and glory of mankind. 

Truth and candour demand- from every quarter that, so 
far as the course of reconstruction has, up to the present time, 
developed itself, the greatest hopes have already resulted— the 
fact that great Military Forces have been rapidly formed, and 
yet more rapidly disbanded, with the utmost safety to all 
interests, cannot be a useless lesson to mankind. Nor can the 
resolution of a powerful Nation, thus to enthrone Reason and 
Principle, as the only right arms for right government, fail to 
operate as a rebuke to that love of arms which has so often 
been the death of Liberty. 



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Nor are there wanting on the shores of Hayti, men that 
hare caught the spirit of the age — hence her late great efforts 
to increase, by means of Immigration, her industrial popula- 
tion ; and if failure has in any respect attended this effort, it 
was not from any want of pecuniary sacrifice on the part of 
the Havtien Government, whose hearty good will in that laud- 
able scheme was unquestionable. This, however, need be no 
ground of discouragement to any whose means might enable 
them to avail themselves of the genial climate and rich soil of 
Hayti. Wealth brought here, and well applied, would and must 
produce abundantly. Nothing can exceed in richness and fer- 
tility the Haytien soil. 

The hope of Hayti is yet well-founded — she is full of in- 
telligence, and her institutions are sound. Freedom now sur- 
rounds her on every hand, while the love of it is a fire within 
her : her people are deserving, and possess every desirable ele- 
ment. Rise she must. A power superior to man must and will 
come upon her, for the great God of events is already ruling 
human interests in an amazing manner, not only by the light 
and power of moral truth, but also by means of both Science 
and Commerce ; an onward and Almighty power is urging on 
the accomplishment of ancient prophecy, which for ages past 



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has filled the world with the hope and assurance of brighter 
days for our long suffering humanity. 

The Author of the following lines has had in view two 

things :• — 

First— To attempt the expression of his own thoughts 
and feelings on the horrid crime which has filled the world 
with sorrow,— an effort by no means easy. 

g econ aiy— Having spent a quarter of a century in Hayti, 
he deems himself free to present the following thoughts to 
the world, as expressing, although imperfectly, the Haytien 
mind and feeling, on the subject which constitutes the text 
and matter of the piece. 

It may not, perhaps, be deemed unsuitable to, or un- 
worthy of, the course of thought pursued in the following 
production, that it should close with a reference to the mani- 
fest destiny of the great Anglo-Saxon family, with regard to 
the entire freedom of mankind, and the safe and full deve- 
lopment of the true principles of government, as the only 
means of rendering all human organizations and communities 
sound and strong, of elevating mankind, and securing the 
happ'ness of the world. 

Then let the two great nations of this branch of the human 



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family be true to thi<;r sublime mission by being true to God 
and His truth. Let them unite to bless the world, by keep- 
ing their own gigantic powers true to Liberty and God. Let 
them fill the world with their mighty energies and untiring 
perseverance for righteous purposes : towards each other let 
them turn their swords into ploughshares, and let them send 
in powerful armies their self-sacrificing pioneers of Christ, 
Science, and all else that shall turn men from arms to reason, 
from darkness to light, from perdition to eternal life, and thus 
fill the world with the glory of God. 

M. B. B. 



Port-au-Prince, Havti, 
February 1, 1866, 




'• His virtues 
•* Will plead like angels, trumpet tongued, against 
" The deep damnation of his taking otf." 

Shakspeare. 



I. 

Ere reason yet my soul had form'd, or my 
Young heart the sacred glow of truth had felt, 
The horrid outlines of a shapeless thing, 
A monster ! sunk themselves into my soul. 
Thought would oft labor to define this shape, - 
But all was vain, for it was shapelessness 
Itself, incapable of aught, that touch'd 
Of truth or right, or savour'd of human'ty ; 
A frightful concentration of all Hell 
On earth ; all of damnation possible, 
Was in its own ioul self pent up, raging, 
With burning fury, to o'erwhelm the world, 
And drown in fiery grief and deepest woe, 
The weaker, and the helpless of our race ; 
Too base to face the faintest shadow of 
Or right or truth, but w T ith low coward heart, 
Warring on helplessness, and seizing souis 
Unarm'd, to feed the hungry maw of pride 
And power ; of men, thus making, lowest fiends. 



Nor ever, as the light of reason dawn'd, 
Could aught, my spirit of the monster rid. 
Until at last, by God's eternal light, 
I saw it was a fiend, out-stripping all 
That mortals can conceive of power, or reach, 
Or e'en imagination's strongest powers 
Paint ; a thing, even in Heil itself deem'd 
Base, defying minds, of either earth or Hell, 
To name it fitly, or shape out its form. 

Yet chaos has a name, 

And Hell's foul 
Spirits, we call fiends ! 

But this huge monster, 
In whom dwelt, " of every villany the sum," 
From fiends and men, the damning name of slavery 
Hath receiv'd ; a name, which ages of deep 
Anguish and unfathomable woe, have taught 
To mean all that could make up Hell itself 
On earth, by rending ev'ry human tie, 
Confounding all of God and truth in man, 
Belying even nature's sacred laws, 
And, by sheer ruffian av'rice, trampling out 
Of human souls, the image which they bear, 
OfHeav'n. 

II. 
And, as at last the torchof history 



I held, I saw the horrid monster stretch 
Himself o'er all the Continent of Ham. 
Fangs, frightful, as of iron, forg'd and bent 
In Hell, to seize and mercilessly tear, 
Were all the limbs he had ; they were his power, 
And numberless ; by Hell these burning 
Fangs were sprung, with foul intent. 

The basest 
Of the fiends of Hell, a coward fiend, all 
Fearing, but the mildest of our race, though 
Blest with every element of man, with all 
The springs and fountains of our Nature, full, 
And form'd to rise to heights, that reach to God ; 
Foul fiend, I saw him lab'ring hard, to quench 
Immortal gems, and sink them in the mire 
Of his own lusts yea, hard he labor'd to 
Fill up the cup of his iniquities ; 
Nor ever ceas'd, till all ran o'er, and rank 
Damnation over hapless millions burst, 
While Hell, long watching for its prey, rang out 
With loud, applause, and seeming triumph over 
Heaven's eternal King, and oh ! how long ! 
Yea, even Heaven to my bounded sense, 
Seem'd oft, as though she linger'd, to confound 
The lies and despotisms of the earth, 
Scourges and chains, and lacerated souls, 
Through dreary years, fill'd the whole earth with groans, 



Mingl'd with cries to Heav'n, shall Hell for ever 
Triumph o'er the earth ? And yet these broken 
Hearts, sigh'ng, would sink into the will of Heav'n ! 

Yea, the long ages of the past, have rung 
Through bleeding generations, with the shrieks, 
And wailings, of unutterable wrongs, 
Confounding, striking mute, pulse, pens, and thought, 
For utt'rance lost, of all confounding woe, 
Which higher and yet higher swell'd, beneath 
Those keener lashes, sent into the soul 
By Doctors of the Cross, whose ardent el'quence 
Was plied, to demonstrate that wrong was light, 
And in the name of Christ, unchaining ev'ry 
Fiend of Hell, to drive on Death, and send into 
The deepest quick of souls, those woes, which only 
Could invention find, in fi'ry»av'rice 
And pride, till infidelity and Hell, 
Their dreary regions with loud laughter rung, 
And sable savages themselves, heap'd curses on, 
The only name to sinners dear ; and thought 
The Christian's Paradise a Hell. 

Great God ! 
Shall men of bloody hands thus preach thy truth, 
And from the cross of love and justice, drive 
The earth ? But yet I bow. Shall not the Judge 
Of all the earth do right ? Nought can e'er change 
The blest eternal truth, that God is love ! 



Ill 



Across the ages as I gaz'd, absorbed, 
I P aw the fiendish monster spring his swarming 
Fan"*! and by one single effort, thousands 
Wrench'd and tore away, from Fathers, Mothers, 
Wives, all that on earth, to them was dear. Shneks 
Rose to Heavn, till a whole continent, with 
Howling rang, and floated in a mingl'd 
Sea of tears and blood. Swords, chains, and lashing*, 
I„ wild fury clash'd ; all by infernal 
Power whirl'd and driven on, so fierce the burning 
Lost of bloody gain ; so strong that love of 
Power, which rather would, o'er living chattels 
lieign, than not at all. Low is the pride, which 
Over weakness wields a tyrant's lash, and, 
With annihilating power arm'd, struts with 
Exulting daring, where no arms are fear'd. 
Low is the trade which turns the writhing ag mes, 
Of helpless millions, into wealth ; which ease 
Would wrenchfrom anguish , which no heart could know 
knd live. All here of grief and woe, up to 
Its highest climax rose, till dark despair, 
Extmguish'd ev'ry cheering ray of hope, 
And left them on the wretched level of 
Mere things for sale, with all of thought and reason, 
Dwindl'd to a vacant stare. 



Nor less 
The ruling despot, than the rul'd, here sinks. 
His iron sceptre crushes his own soul, 
Makes him a princely fiend, o'er man unsoul'd. 
His greatest horror is true liberty ; 
He would be free himself, and thinks he is, 
But Hell has put a lie into his mouth, 
Which darkens all his sense. Unconsciously 
He bows himself to chains, and is a slave. 
His Heav'n is Hell ; his bliss is woe, his right 
Is wrong ; his truth a lie ; and lib'rty, 
With him, is freedom to inflict and riot 
In all woe. 

Nature is here inverted 

In her course. 

Freedom, her power in the 
Mighty masses finds ; here is her source ; she 
Rises from the level of humanity, 
Her roots strike deep into the common ground 
Of men, and high her branches rise, above 
All higher powers, which she controls and shields. 

But slavery descends ; she rises not. 
She is the idol of the few ; she loves 
A height of power, from whence she ever seeks 
To send upon the world such iron rods 
As all approach to liberty of thought should dare, 



And threaten overwhelming woe to all 

Who would presume to call their souls, their own. 

She from her elevation, long usurped, 

For ling' ring ages in the groaning past, 

Through all the earth, her with'ring blasts hath sent. 

IV. 

But Hell must lose her ancient hold on Earth ; 
Nor wanting are resistless and bright arms 
For this great work ; arms, sharp as truth, abound. 
Yea, Heav'n her well-stor'd moral ars'nals hath 
On earth ; souls arm'd with mighty truth, 
Are all we need, nor are they few, midst e'en 
The lies of earth ; the rage of Hell has long 
Been great; but He, " who rides upon the storm,'' 
Shall into silence look these daring pow'rs ; 
Hope, rising into faith, stands on the lofty 
Pillars of eternal truth, and tells of 
What she sees ; and, while she gazes, doth 
She feel the rapt'rous glow of yon blest Sun 
Of Righteousness, now rising o'er the world. 

Hence, as my spirit yearn'd o'er mortal woe, 
I saw some bright ones nearing me, glowing 
With truth, majestic, though of human form ; 
Their air was dignity supreme ; their looks 
Unswerving firmness spoke, but as they near'd, 
All Hell, with deepest terror seem' d convuls'd, 



And trembl'd a£ the power of tlieir love. 

They first on Albion's ancient shores appear'd ; 

Yea, now the mother of unheard-of woes, 

Bows in deep shame, beneath their mighty weight, 

And noble anguish, fills her mighty soul ; 

Fiends, both of Hell and earth, with laughter whip her, 

Yet she owns her fault, and chains, by Britain 

Forg'd, by her were hurl'd to their own place. 

Hark ! 
The foul monster is distnrb'd, his horrid 
Roar, from countless in t 1 rests is heard. Fury 
And fire Hash from ev'rv fang, till th' infernal 
Regions quiver in the glare, confounded 
And convuls'd with fear, for wreck now threatens ; 
And, at the loss of power and prey, Hell howls, 
Aghast. Oh ! the grand terror at the forms now seen ! 
The hideous monster, writhing, once more stretch'd 
Himself upon the hapless prey, to feel 
If yet his power liv'd ; all Hell yet louder 
Roar'd, for now long dreaded light pourM in apace, 
And brought to open day dark scenes, 
Which prov'd the presence of such deadly elements, 
As wither every noble spring in man, 
Earth's heaviest curse, which at all human hopes 
And glory had long struck, and like a serpent 
In its bowels, the main springs of pow'r and greatness 



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Gnaw'd ; a moral leprosy, into the 

Nation's vitals, digging deep, defying 

All of mortal art to cure, Hope here expires ; 

Either the patient or disease must die. 

Here, mercy doth her work complete, by flight, 

To save a life so foul, were but to curse 

Mankind. Let Death devour it, and Hell 

Again reclaim, her wretched own. 

But oh ! 

The dread convulsions of expiring power! 

They shake the earth, they turn men pale ! E'en Death 

Her mighti'st* power here needs ; one stroke alone, 

Though terrible, would fail ; the roaring foe, 

In madness, threatens to devour Death 

Itself : hence fury and defiance, seek 

Their arms, but truth stands mildly firm, unmov'd, 

She only wills, and it is done ; in vain 

They dash upon, immutability. 

Yea, the blest forms, whose cal< 
Are heard, fill all with terror and dismay, 
Their peaceful look*, like pointed daggers pierce, 
Thus warding off the wily blows of pow'r. 

In pangs, the sightless huge one reels, and writhes, 
Dismay and anguish, all his being rend, 
He feels the mighty power of his late, 
And reads it in the placid brow, of those 



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Now Hearing him. Quailing, he sees them firm ; 
The arms of truth now glitter in his sight ; 
Their gleams intense, run through his cow'ring soul. 
Grand moments, when eternal right looks down 
On wrong ! 

He pauses, stands confounded at 
Himself; first pause, for suffering ages past ! 
But thought is horrible in sin's career. 
In crime, ease, in its whirl alone, is found, 
Hence, welcome thrice, the din and clang of arms ; 
Too oft they drown'd the voice, of reason and 
Of God ; yea oft the madness of mankind, 
Puts out the lamp of truth they meant to trim, 
And slays the very truth they meant to save ; 
But immortality is here ! Right, truth, and light, 
When slain, die not ; they only stoop, in mightier 
Conquest, still to rise ! 

V. 

Another scene unfolds. — 
The wheel of time, has spun round fifty Suns 
And more, since this grand impulse struck the int' rests 
Of the world ; the day of light and liberty 
Has come, and mocks the iron sceptres of 
The earth. 

Hence, onward comes the mighty spir't 
Of the age ; he nears, and now the monster's 



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K.; Final rage; arm'd with unbounded courage. 
Through a heaving sea of woe, he wades? 
A giant soul, of lofty bearing, and 
Strung up with truth, majestically simple 
In his air, he thinks, as in the presence 
Of his God, his conscience rein'cl ; thrice worthy 
The blest name he bore of him, whom all the 
Faithful, Father call. Faith in the Infinite 
He had, and watch'd the eye that guides. Truth was 
To him a Sun, which lighted all his soul, 
Shap'd out his course, and led him to those heights, 
To which his elder Washington had rose ; 
From whence, with Sun-bright clearness all within 
Him saw, that foul idolatry of wrong 
Must cease; yea, that a nation's eye ; °atonce 
Must be pluckt out, and all the reasoning of 
Past ages must be now struck mute. To pause, 
Or hesitate when Heav'n speaks, is crime ; 
Nor time is now for pause, the nation bleeds. 
Yea, well he saw, the stroke must now be giv'n, 
The bloody Moloch of the age must fall, 
The pride of power, that mows own life at will, 
Must cease, the only sov'reign now to reign 
O'er men, is Right ! Truth her own throne must seize : 
Whoever dares her Heav'n-born power, must sink. 

Welcome this glowing spirit of our age 
Throughout his well-toned soul he long had Mt, 



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That liberty and chains, or liberty 

In chains, is false, is death; her bounding life 

Is in the range of truth, nor ever doth 

►She seek to leap her b?)unds, she knows that all beyond, 

Is chaos, death and Hell. 

What'er the age 
Of Patriarchs, Greeks, and Romans, may have mark'd, 
Or thought of homesteads, or of human lot, 
The tide of mortal thought has onward roll'd, 
And left behind the fetters of the past ; 
On modern days, a flood of light has come, 
With pow'r, now spreading through the masses of 
Our race ; the Eagle of antiquity, 
Liv'd on the solitary rock, in chains, 
But now he soars aloft, free as the air, 
And o'er Columbus' late-found shores, he watches 
With an eager care, waving his noble 
Wing, over the widespread realms of liberty 
And peace. 

Freedom is now the element 
Of man. Woe to the nation, dashing on 
This rock. Inevitable w T reck attends [free ! 

Her course. Thought, tongues, and pens, must now be 
Nought, nought within God's realm of truth and justice, 
Can be bound : grand truths, which arm'd the hero 
Of the age. 



n 

Hence to the height of his great task, 
The mighty Lincoln rose, and broke the fetters 
Of our modern days. His soul, now rob'd in 
All the majesty of truth and right, arm'd 
With the nation's will ; lie to the un'verse 
Proclaim'd that liberty, long-fettered, now 
Was free ! Angelic hosts, as well as men, 
With rapturous applause, renewed the song, 
Which charm'd the ancient shepherds of the plain, 
When they the tidings of great joy on earth 
Proclaim'd, which e'en yet all nations fire 
With ardent hope. 

But oh ! when Hell these raptures 
Heard, the fi'ry Legions of the reeling 
God, like thunder from the lowering clouds 
Broke foith, o'erwhelming and confounding all, 
Till earth itself, beneath their ravings shook ; 
All men look'd on aghast, while this volcano, 
From its flaming- crater, hurl'd the burning 
Bolts, of pride, hate, bloody tyr'nny, and death, 
As though the deepest curse of Hell, or dark 
Annihilation, were revenge too small, 
For souls that dar'd to speak of truth or liberty. 

But the great soul which held 
The nation's helm, amidst the lage and roar 
Of bloodv strife, stood firm, unmov'd, and to 



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His righteous purpose fix'd, lie law, and read 
In crimson characters the will of Heav'n, 
And in the nation's woes, he heard the voice 
Of God, a voice heard by his heart, and to 
His soul well known. He listen'd, not with ears 
Alone, when Heav'n spoke, but all within 
Him saw, and heard, and felt, the will divine. 
Henceforth he rose to heights beyond himself, 
And with him, bcre the nation's swelling soul, 
From wdience the grand, the universal shout 
Of liberty went forth, which rung through ev'ry 
Kegion of the earth, out-roaring far the 
Flaming mocsters of the battle held, where, 
In mortal conflict, right and wrong, each 
Other face. 

Hard by, upholding the great 
Captain of the day, stands with a firm-knit 
Brow another giant soul, who to th' earth 
Had long proclaim'd, " a higher law." Burning 
With truth, he cheers his chief, and waves before 
A Sov'reign people Freedom's loyal flag 
Of universal right and liberty ! 
A Steward, faithful to his lofty trust, 
Immoveable in Heav'n's high'r will. 
A Pilot worthy a great nation's hope, 
Midst threat'ning reefs, he steers the nation's barque, 
And clears her of the rocks ; of foreign war. 



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His country's right-hand man, whose soul is bent 

On tearing out the long-lodg'd cancer from 

The nation's heart, and raising it by force 

Of right, to all that mortals can desire 

Or have of honor, power, prosperity, 

And peace. The sword he bears not ; but themight'er 

Weapon, from whose point a stream of thought 

Flows forth, he wields, nor to mere bounded armies 

Doth he speak ; rather he pours his thoughts o'er 

All the earth, and tells the listening nations 

That his people mean for ever to be 

Free, by breaking chains w T hich bound the freeman 

To the slave, and wither' d of his being, 

Ev'ry pow'r and hope. 

Poster'ty shall bless 
The Se wards of our age ; men that break down 
All barriers that oppose the march of right, 
That look o'er all the Earth, and sigh to see 
The masses of mankind still wrapt in night. 

VI. 

Immortal Lincoln ! the whole Earth at thy 
Great name already thrills, the voice of Heav'n 
In thee is heard, nor dost thou even thy 
Own will perform. A higher will than thine, 
Thy reason rules, yet nought in thee suspends, 
Ages beyond us, shall with joy upon 



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Thy front, read with delight 

"The sent of God!" 

Nor aught 
More clear, was ever, by the pen Divine, 
Upon the page of history inscrib'd. 

He, who the will of Heav'n to his own 
Prefers, and a whole nation bows before. 
The Infinite, who dares all wrong, though arm'd. 
By all that wealth, thought, power, or steel could do 
To shield him in all human wiles, watching, 
With iron resolution, the fix'd hour, 
For the grandest stroke, by mortals ever 
Giv'n ; who th' impossible attempts, leaning 
Or. high Omnip'tence, and tells the mountain, 
Tow'ring in its pride, to haste, and cast itself 
Into the sea ; whose faith and courage bids 
The long thought sun of human interests, 
Stand still, and at his fiat, as the nation's 
Will, starts ev'ry bolt and bar, that for long 
Ages, all of mortal power and greatness 
Had employ' d to shut up human energies 
Within set lines, describ'd by lashing despotism, 
And lets the boundless wealth of intellect, 
Of commerce, truth, and right, burst on the world, 
Consolidating well, his rear, in all 



IS 

The well-won triumphs of his brilliant course ; 
And to eternal justice binds mankind, 

Holds out to all the gazing Earth, credentials 
Beyond reasoning clear, as straight from Heav'n, 
Written with brightness, stronger than the Sun. 
Amazing pow'r, grand warrant from the skies, 
Nor ever was the people's power abus'd ! 

Thus was our modern Moses taught, and train'd 
By Heav'n, for his great work ; the spring of all 
Hi? being was his faith ; his power was 
Eternal truth, not vague philosophy, 
Nor that which only dazzling light imparts, 
But that which, like an anchor, holding to 
The rock, defies the tempest and the storm. 

Unfathomable myst'ries in the ways 
Of God he own'd, but well he knew, the millions 
Held in chains were only there to show forth 
That high power which brings out the glories 
Of Omnip'tence ; nor did he fear the sea, 
Though red with blood and deep; he knew the waters 
Would divide, and make the way, for all the 
Hosts of God to pass triumphantly. Yea, 
Well he knew the Pharoahs of the age must 
Sink, engulf d in their own crimes, by their own 
Madness overwhelm'd. 



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Full oft doth Heav'n thus to earth, by her own 
Chosen servants speak. In olden time, God 
Talk'd with man, and then proclaimed, " Thus 
Saith the Lord" ! But in our modern day, Heav'n 
Speaks full oft by mortal interests, by Press, 
Yea, even by politics, by science, commerce, 
Above all, by honest truth — she sends through all, 
When mortals least expect, by her own sov'reign 
And resistless will, such grand electric 
Shocks, as thrones, and powers, and slavish tyrants 
Hurl into the dust. Chance through these lab'rinths 
Could never wind ; nor aught is truer, than 
That she is blind ; Woe to the blind she leads. 

Foul, shallow infidelity may scowl, 
And inner sordid sphere find various springs 
Of action, temper'd here on earth. 

God touching human hearts, or whisp'ring to 
The soul, creates an empty smile with unbelief, 
Bet whispers from blind chance ; and voices out 
Of nothing are well heard, and have a charm. 
Let but that nothing, only something be, 
And all is vision'ry, or nothing heard. 

Ah ! in our faithful nature, lies deep hid, 
" A higher law," and even earthly springs, 
Are oftimes temper'd by a power Divine ; 

Behind these mortal scenes, there is a hand, 



And springs thai human thought finds bard to trace. 

Each mighty globe, proclaims Omnipotence, 

Nor less, each atom which makes np its bulk, 

The nations are not into tempest toss'd 

By sheer, dark blindness, having nought in view. 

The Lincolns of all ages, serve a higher 

Power ! 

VII. 

But oh ! as now the sent of Heav'n advanc'd 
The monster, with all Hell from its profoundest 
Depths again is stirrd, and now the mighty 
Conflict, to its climax swells. Heart-rending 
- ght ! 

Before these awful masses of mankind. 
As they in dreadful might, beneath their glittering 
Spears, drive o'er the foe with rending shouts of 
Agonising victory, minding 
With the thundering cannon's roar, lost in 
The smoke of their own strife, and wading through 
Deep rivers, rolling out of human veins, 
By dying Brothers, gasping in their blood, 
Urg'd on. Mankind might well turn pale. 

But now ght 
Our modern Moses moves ; the rock he knew 



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Would send forth living streams; the rod 
He needs not, faith with him alone strikes home, 
And well he knows, the rock of truth will yield, 
To all obedient faith ; he knows the mountain 
To his faith will bow. 

Hear him ye nations 
Of the Earth, ye foul idol'ters of hellish 
Power, and, as ye listen to the deep ton'd 
Justice of his soul, tremble, for your great 
Moloch now must fall. 

" The price of blood, which 
" We unrighteously from sable viens have 
" Drawn, must by the nation be paid down." 
Pure was the fountain of this righteous thought ; 
The honest heart that gave it birth, felt right, 
And in the sons of Ham, full men beheld, 
Now demonstrated at the cannon'smouth ! 

Nor could, nor did eternal justice yield? 
Its righteous claims: hence a whole nation in 
Deep mourning clad, where thousands of maternal 
Hearts are pierc'd, and bleed, where the great fountains 
Of a people'sgrief pour out, in riveis 
Of both tears and blood, their mighty woes, eager, 
Mid'st all that wrings the nation's soul, to pay, 
Though dear, the awful debt, to God and man : 



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Sighs from the nation's broken heart rose up 
To Heav'n. Before the Infinite she bows, 
And weeps, then isses the blest hand that smites. 
Yea, mid'st the din of war, writhing, she owns 
Her God, His sov'reign justice hels, and in 
Her faithful Abraham, sees His will. 

Draw near, 
Ye iron spirits of the age, which steel 
Prefer to truth ! — ye worshippers of power, 
Who nothing see but in the sword, come see 
A people's power, concentrated in one 
Arm — their will ! 

A mighty federation, 
Bound, and arm'd with Christian truth ; a phalanx, 
Fronting old errors, by the power of light. 
Nought of the gorgeous here is seen, or dares 
Approach. The robe of ceremonious pomp 
Falls off, and, dropping, brings out naked princ'ple 
To view, apart from useless, antique rites, 
Or wither'd prestige of antiquity. 
Justice and simple truth, w r ell reasoned out, 
In grand omnipotence, stand boldly out, 
And safely work the nation's faithful helm. 
Nought more sublime — a people, sov'reign in 
Their will, yet list'ning with intense suspense, 



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To one great soul, who in his turn, with firm 

Unswerving step, seeks out, pursues, and brings 

To bear, his country's thought; the whole thus forming 

One grand heart, with but one high and lofty 

Purpose kept in view — Truth only, and nought 

Else, which surely shapes the nation's glorious 

Course, leading it on to highest victory. 

Thrice happy blending of the elemi 

Of power, where those who order, and who ex'cute, 

Arc one; thrice happy bond, showing al once 

True union is true power. Yen, happy are 

The people, whose acknowledg'd chief, fixi 

His eye, upon the guiding cloud by day, 

And when the deep dark night of sorrow conn 

Still sees the faithful Pillar flaming on 

Before; nor heeds, nor follows aught beside, 

Philosophy is but a rushlight Maine ; 

Nought but eternal truth commands his thought: 

This is his glorious Sun, his polar star. 

VIII. 

The conflict rages still ; and armies, like 
The billows of the deep, each other whelm. 
Men on to deadly conflict rush ; and through 
Each other drive, while from the mortal strife, 
The smoking, sacrificial blood flows forth, 



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Forming atoning rivers, for the ages 

Past of crying sins, till e'en the greedy earth 

Is glutted, and can drink no more ; yet still 

This crimson sea of deepest woe. rolls on, 

And as it dashes o'er the tow'ring rocks 

Of daring pride, covers the wond'ring nations 

With its fearful spray. Earth is amaz'd, until 

At last the righteous climax seems to near ; 

Justice, in majesty, her own omnipotence 

Puts on, and at injustice hurls her all 

Confounding pow'r. Here, then, the hand Divine 

Is visible, and clear the voice of God 

Is heard. Hell from her deep foundations shakes ! 

Fain would she flee away ; but where ? All know 

The voice they hate, and fiercely gnash at him. 

They cannot love. 

The mighty monster rages, 
But the chains he forg'd, are now upon him. 
AH had he dar'd ; but well he knew, that he 
Who bore the sword, was the great power of God. 
Deep darkness he had loved more than light— 
A guilt made fouler by the light possess'd ; 
Yea, from the blest materials of pure truth, 
A fortress in defence of lies was rear'd, 
To shield the palaces of pomp and wealth, 
Where guilty ease on unknown anguish lean' d, 



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And highest pleasure danc'd on deepest woe. 
Gigantic were his purposes and plans, 
While daring were the hopes of power and pride. 
Hence, hard he sought to stretch his magic wantF 
Both far, and near; yea, long the neck of lib'rty 
Had felt the crippling power of his cloven foot, 
Till Freedom's noblest interests had began 
To feel the blasting influence of his damning 
Power. 

Ah ! say not Charity has fled, when Lib'rty 
Speaks thus ; for she can nought of truth e'er change. 

But Lincoln now 7 is in the hands of Hcav'n : 
He comes, full arm'd to do his Master's will ; 
Nought of the tempest in his soul is seen ; 
His high commission he has calmly read, 
And to the post, by Heav'n assign'd, stands firm. 
The foe, with Christ upon his lip , his laws 
Had dar'd, and every murmur into silence 
Lash'd, till all of man by iron hoofs was 
Trampl'd out. The frown of high Omnipotence 
Throughout his being now sends rending thrills ; 
And overwhelming terror all confounds. 
He quails before those piercing looks which dart 
Upon him ; from the throne of Right and Truth, 
Nought but Omnipotence had sunk him thus. 



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Thus in all ages have the burning crimes 
Of men become the fiery rods which oft 
Have through their guilty souls sent dreadful strokes. 
They their own souls have lacerated, whipp'd 
And torn — they their own liberties; have stabb'd — 
They, the fierce fires of their self-made woes 
Have lighted up ; passions conflicting have 
Ignited and blown up ; and sceptres, honours, 
Hopes, and wealth, have been sent whirling into 
Very nought. 

On earth, our laws and in t' rests, 
Mutual are : our happiness in others 
Dwells. We our own wealth create when others 
We enrich ; and they themselves enrich by 
Making us abound ; nor are we free, while 
Others are in chains — nor throats, nor purses 
Are secure beneath the lash. Woe to the 
People free by others' chains : So is the 
Wealth of mind ; a nation where the powers of 
Thought are free, roaming through all the realms of 
Light and truth, where infancy unchain'd is 
Train' d for G-od ; her boundless stores e'en yet augments, 
By pouring out on others all she has. 



Oh ! fearful sight ! 



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A nation iill'd with light, 
And truth of God, thus turn'd upon itself, 
And its own vitals tearing out, arm'd with 
Unheard-of powers, to chastise itself, 
So great the crime, of closing eyes and ears 
And hearts to the loud warnings, sounding from 
The generations past. 

Sic is an Achan 
In the camp of God ; annihilation 
Is its only cure ; its presence cannot but 
Awake our fears, whatever be its form — 
Whether it clogs the nation's laws, or checks 
The soaring of its soul, or whether yet 
It sinks a portion, by a weight of chain, 
And sends the other to fictitious heights 
Of daring power, tyranny, and pride, 
Sure whirling ruin must come on at last. 

Ah ! this was seen by one of gone-by days, 
Who, from the lofty heights of truth and right, 
To which he had attain'd, to future generations 
Loudly prophesied his rending fears for 
His own people's sins ; to his clear vision, 
Scenes of calamity and woe stretch'd out. 
Hear him — his voice still rings through all our souls; 
He knew the price which mortals pay for wrong ; 
He knew that light and tyranny could never 



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Blend ; he knew that goods an J chattels ne'er could 

Be men ; yea well he knew, that liberty 

Or death must reign, whatever blood it cast. 

Nor ever, long as time endures, can those 

Grand sounds of thrilling truth die out. Live, live ! 

Eternal truth ! 

" I for my country tremble, 
" When I think that God is just, and that His 
" Justice cannot ever sleep !" 

Thy judgments, 
Oh ! Eternal, are a deep unsounclable ! 
Great God ! thy people spare, nor let thy righteous 
Indignation ever burn. 



IX. 






Pause we here ! 



Silence significant — a moment reigns. 

These mighty armies by grand thoughts are still'd, 

The monster moves, and in prophetic silence 

"Writhes, nor aught dares utter, but he feels despair. 

His firey flings fall off, his powers reel, 

His battlements are shiver' d with the shock, 

His sceptre droops, and all within him fears ; 

The towering pride of Lucifer, comes down, 

The sword of Justice to the quick has reached, 

And to his ruin now he opens eyes and ears. 

Throughout the earth his rending roar is heard ; 



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He raves, and to tlie ancient mountains calls, 

" Come, cover me, and hide me from the wrath 

41 To come. My power is gone, earth even, seems 

" To fly beneath my feet — all, all is gone. 

41 The centre of my power is overthrown, 

" Its mighty fulcrum is for ever sunk, 

44 My capital itself, dread Liberty 

" Has seen ; great Abraham himself has march'd 

44 Her streets. Oh ! could I die — Can ye do nought 

" For me, ve hills? Can ve not fling o'er me 

" The soothing mantle of your earth ? O ! no, 

44 I cannot fly myself ; annihilation 

" Would be truly sweet ! but immortal' ty 

44 Clings fast to me." 

Where shall this monster fly ? 
Even the earth was yet too small for him. 
Hence, mountains falling on' him were mere nought ; 
Earth then, even though foul, is not his place. 
He sought a momentary shelter here, 
And while deep night o'er all the earth yet reign'd 
He sold and tore up human souls, with ease ; 
But now the day of liberty has dawn'd, 
Nor can he breathe beneath its righteous Sun. 
Let then the monster into blackness haste ; 
Hell only is his range ; yea, his own place. 



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Where else, with aims and hopes so foul and vast, 

Shall he now fly ? He in the pride of pow'r 

Had dar' J the Eternal in the friend of Liberty ; 

He to the servant of the Holy One 

Had turn'd the dasher of his hate. Death was 

His price for Liberty ; the motto of 

His realm was, Death to Liberty ! Nor dar'd 

She in her own name near his fatal shores. 

The Upas tree of tyranny was there. 

Nor could the soul of Liberty abide 

Its deathly power ; the very element 

For her was Death ; hence scenes of woe and horror 

Cover'd the guilty land; its cries rose up 

To Heav'u. 

But now, the monster Parent 
Of these rending scenes is fac'd by Liberty. 
Yea, she now dares his ancient power. See how 
He quails before the power he had dar'd. 
The hour of glorious Liberty is come ; 
She hurls defiance at the uicient power, 
And at his threat' ning frowns she calmly smiles , 
Eternal Pow'r has cloth'd her with his might ; 
Nor is the monster blind — he sees the hand 
Of God ; yet how, or where shaH he escape ? 
How fly the earth, his anciant seat so lov'd ? 



How all the sweets of power now give up ? 

Not e'en in Hell such height of power lives. 

Foul as the infernal regions are, and with 

Damnation black, they never rung with deeper 

Woes, than by this Hell-'scap'd monster had been 

Pour'd on earth. How quit a power so great, 

And to a fiendish heart eo sweet? — a power 

By which all horror to its grandest climax 

Is brought up. The pride of power reigns in Hell ; 

But here the weak are sought ; and power well wielded, 

Can to its highest summit raise our pride, 

And by unceasing lashings, well sustain 

It there. How leave the pleasures of such bloody 

Wealth ?— leave such vast riches, and retire to hell ! 

Yea, fly he must, and shall ; no matter how. 
Light now breaks forth on all the earth ; hope in 
Full glory springs; the dawn at last appears; 
The masses now begin to feel its power, 
And, rising, break all chains of despotism. 
Much hath already been expell'd from earth, 
And tyrants from their thrones have been brought down. 
The davs of iron rule have well rim-h fled ; 
Nor can this monster of iniquity, 
This terrible embodiment of boundless 
Crime, escape ; earth cannot shelter him. Light, 
Truth, and liberty are free ; they bless mankind, 






And though thilr march e'en yet is slow, 'tis sure. 
This monster cannot hide himself on earth ; 
His long dark night now flies before the 'clay, 
Yea, let him with his worshipp'd darkness fly. 
Hope of another realm on earth, has fled. 

The mountains now, to him afford no shield, 
And if they could, 'twere but a moment's pause. 
Nay, from the very earth he must depart 
The whole sublunar region spurns him from 
Its realm. Where'er the powers of darkness dwell, 
There let him fly ; earth now has shook him off ; 
To his own hell let him at once depart. 

Only one door of dismal hope he sees ; 
But oh ! ere yet he leaps from earth, so lov'd, 
1 Where honor, wealth, and power, laid at his feet, 
On yet another foul, and final effort, 
He resolves. 

Spirits, of powers are possess'd* 
To mortals hid, they fly upon the wings 
Of thought, and from the regions of the blest 
Or clamn'd, whether we wake or sleep, walk oft 
The earth, on purposes of good or ill ; 
Or stretching far, or dwindling to a point, 
Hence, like the wily spirits of the deep. 
Though vast, this monster from his measureless 
Dimensions draws his powers up into 



The narrow limits of a human soul, 

And seeks the one best fitted for his dark 

Design ; nor, alas, searches long the wretch. 

Now found, he by a fearful power unknown 

To man, all hell in him pent up, leaps with 

His fiendish elements, into a ready 

Heait, which long had worshipp'd him, and to one 

Horrid point he seeks to bring his long black 

Catalogue of crime. The man he seizes, 

He himself into a very fiend converts, 

And arms and nerves him for his murd'rous work, 

His foul commission places in his hand, 

Or rather, lodges it, deep in his heart. 

The base assassin is sustaiu'd by hell, 

Which howls a loud applause, and sends him forth. 

The Prince of Darkness lights his passions up, 

And with a fiendish madness fires his soul, 

Then in the fuiy of his power, bids him 

Haste, with nice precision points his dang'rous 

Course, and with uncertain daring tells him, 

The last pregnant hour is come ! 



Despair. 

Hear him 

«T1 v hands ' 



Satan, betrays 



All ! all I ran, is in 



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" Go ! fly to yonder brilliant scene, 
" He's there. 

" Unwillingly ! 

•' But there he sits, 
" Amidst the splendid throng, in high festiv'ty, 
" Haste ! haste ! for thou long hast known the v 
" I now have fill'd thee with my greatest pow'r, 
" Our hosts invisible shall follow thee, 
u Hold fast, point well the weapon of my power, 
" My ev'ry hope, upon thee hangs ! 

" Time now, 
'" Is all ! 

" Haste ! drive through all, and plant tlr 
" Behind the victim of my deepest hate." 

Fiends, cowards are, they cannot, dare not, 
They basely slink behind. 

Onward he rushes, 
Faithful he keeps his bloody task in vie 
The dastard's dagger in his fiendish ban 
He, snake-like creeps behind, 
And through the noble vie:" ' 
Sends the swift messenger o 

Great God ! 
Thy servant, Lincoln, falls ! 

We bow to thee ; 
Alarm, confusion, fright, now seize on all j 



Grand bursts of deepest horror all overwhelm ; 

One half, not knowing aught, look on in mute 

Amaze, bewilder'd at the scene, until 

A universal roar of grief comes on. 

And anguish seizes on the mighty mass. 

Meanwhile, all thoughts and hearts in highest whirl, 

The fiend escapes — he flies, but cannot fly 

Himself; he, bounding, all o'erjeaps ; Hell lends 

Him wings of flight, but they are heavy with 

His guilt ; the all-confounding pangs of Hell 

Are on him, and his being rend ; yea, he 

Himself is hell ; where'er he goes is hell ; 

Already doth he feel its burning flames, 

Whose fiery scourges send infernal stings 

Through all his soul. His bloody hands, in deep 

Damnation steep'd, droop, paralyz'd, nor serve 

Him to rein up his steed of flight. On to 

Destruction now he'd rives, hurl'd by the pow'r 

Of the liend he serves, which now his guilty 

Dupe, with flaming curses whips, till, breathless 

And confounded, all his being sinks into 

A sudden wreck. His soul now lacerated by remorse, 

Despis'd, and as a coward spurn'd by Hell 

Itself, lie ignominiously crawls 

Into the shades of death, whence, head-long from 

The earth, c<>v.er'd with crime, eternal justice 

Hurlg him to his place. 



m 
x. 

Thus fell victoriously the sent of God, 
A soul of loftiest, firmest, brightest truth ! 
Well might the earth now sigh. Mankind has lost 
A friend ; but truth is never slain. She only 
"Mocks the sword — her right is vict'ry ; nor ever 
Doth, nor ever can she yield to mortals. 
She oft seems to fall ; no ! she cannot 
Die. She from eternity descends, nor ever 
Could be reaeh'd by fire or sword. 

The servant 
Vl the living God has sunk ; but not one 
Solitary ray of his own hopes is 
Quench'd ; he falls triumphantly— hearts break ; 
But yet the shout of victory is heard. 
His blood pour'd out, renews the fiat of 
The skies. Throughout the earth the voice of Heav'n 
Now in louder thunder speaks, and tyrants 
Quail ; while by the blood of Lincoln, Heav'n bids 
The earth be free ! 

Hear, and be glad, ye who 
Can recognize the master's voice, and see 
The hand that rules the age ; chains now from ev'ry 
Human form must fall. The course of nature 
Now no longer must be clogg'd, nor trampl'd 
Under foot— her laws, her sacred ties, henceforth, 



By ruffian power never, shall be broke, nor 

"her sov'reignty by hellish force dethron'd. 
.les of despotism, whether by thrones 
hips, or other grov'ling lust of rule, 
, . ./ by the righteous will ofHeav'n, loud proclaimed 

id ratified by noble blood pour'd out, 
5 .all to the bottomless abyss be hurl'd ; 
le night of tyranny is passing off, 

1 Liberty her glorious day brings on. 
; 3 Otters which on ev'ry int'rest hung, 

b by the self-same powers which put them on, 
,n now for ever taken off 

So true, 
wrath of man, which oftimes fiercely dares 
gbt, is oftimes made to praise our God. 
was the triumph of our fall'n Chief! 

. hich wrench'd him from all hearts, 
i cipis hed mark'd out, 
. : of the nation's springs were doom'd ; 

ring down ev'ry hope was meant. 
Le firm foundations of a rising 
hope, Hell had its might'st lever 
raging, from his centre, meant to 
. Sun. 

A cloud of brilliant sou!s, inspir'd 
, jealousy's intensest fires lighted 



Up, for all now reel'd. 

The mighty son of 
Mars, whose gleaming sword had flashed its terrors 
Through the opposing ranks, whose deep-laid plans had 
All wall'd in, and sever'd every sinew 
Of the foe, by murd'rous daggers had been 
Pointed at : he who the roaring cannon 
Had struck mute, whose calculating daring, 
Had the wreath of vict'ry won, and of his 
Country had become the pride, now by a 
Snaky dastard is pursued. Deep laid, but 
Base are all the plans of Hell ; they dare, but 
Oft by simplest means are foil'd ; yea, oft its 
Mighti'staims, of very inanition 
Fall. So here the purposes of Heav'n stood, 
And to a grateful country its lov'd hero 
Spar'd, to crown his conquests by now yielding 
Up the sword, and healing hearts which in defeat 
Were brave, though victims of a fatal course ; 
Henceforth the armed victor, armless, shall 
His country raise to Freedom's glorious heights, 
Beyond the reach of chains and slavery. 

He too, who now is justly seated on 
The righteous throne of a great people's will, 
By hellish hate and fear was doom'd to fall ; 
Mark-d as the well-known foe of darin 



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A hater of the monster which had fill'd 

His land with chains, and stain'd the glories or 

Its liberties; but here, too, Hell was foil'd. 

HeavVs will had promptly interpos'd her shield, 

And sav'd him, to rebuild and reconstruct. 

The living stones for this grand work, lie scatter'd 

O'er the land ; materials fitted for our 

Brightest hope3 abound, though by confounding 

War, into confusion whirl'd. Happy the 

Seers of a people, who the hidden 

Diamonds of the nation know ; a nation 

Shiver'd by its own great pow'r, and trembling 

''Neath its own o'erwhelming weight, needed the 

Choice of Heav n, in hands, and hearts, and heads to 

Amputate, adjust, and heal ; and wisely 

Shape the future course ; yea, and she chooses 

"Whom she will — her plans from mortal gaze are 

Hid ; and yet to cheer us 'midst the night of 

Time, faint glimpses oft upon our senses 

Strike, which all our feeble powers overwhelm, 

Leaving convictions of a pow'r supreme. 

Hell, then, again was baffi'd in her foul 
Intent — these fiends were notallow'd to quench 
The nation's hope — enough that one great victim 
On the nation's altar laid. Hence, as by 
Miracle, the Vice-Chief shunn'd the death-aim'd 
Stroke ; for Heav 'n meant in him to bless th' age. 



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And told him live ! and build the Temple of 
Eternal right, where all mankind in spirit 
Might adore. Where, from the altar too, he 
Might proclaim to th' whole earth, unbounded liberty, 
Within the range of righteous law ! 

Great shall 
That nation be, whose course is steer'd, by truth 
Immutable, and whose just laws proclaim, 
Its majesty, the people's heart its throne ; 

Yet, well nigh was the nation's polar star 
Put out, first of the constellations of 
The age, a star which high antiquity, 
Had, Seward nam'd ; and which the pow'is of darkness 
Had toil'd hard to quench — or from its lofty 
Firmament of truth to wrench. He, like th' ancient 
Star of Bethlehem, had long stood over 
Where eternal truth appear'd, a star of 
Brilliant magnitude, which long through darkness 
Had diffus'd, unwelcome rays, and thus had 
Horrified the trembling Herods of the day, 
Who like their murd'rous prototype, sought ev'ry 
Life to slay, so that of tyranny might hold. 
But yet in vain they rage ; the nation's star 
,Yet shines, and from a well-earn'd el'vation 
.Pours his light, the glory of his Peers in 
Truth — lie by an honest influ'nce, a sceptre 



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Sways ; the ruling error of the day lias 
Felt his strong annihilating power, 

The spirits that warr'd for chains have fount] in him 
A foe, and felt the power of his arm. 
Their well-aim'd darts flew thick and fast, but all 
Fell short ; screen'd by a hand Divine, he, as 
By fire, escap'd. Frightful and daring was 
The murd'rer's howl. He rushes, knife in hand, 
And through a noble son's strong shielding heart, 
Sought hard to drive ; who bravely life for life, 
Had ariv'n in that hour. 

o 

Now, on his helpless victim leaps the fiend, 
And all his hellish powers brings to bear. 
Hell here, its madness drove beyond itself. 
Oh ! what a bloody scene, with this foul slave 
Of Hell, he murders, lights, and howls for Slav'ry ; 
See how in eager haste he turns, and twists 
The bloody steel; he labours at his damning 
"Work ; he tears wide open, and digs deep into 
The yawning gash, and seeks with maddening haste 
The vital vein which lets out life. Moments 
f Were hours, and the savage monster fled : 
Sure he had driven from the field, his foe ; 
But the blest unseen watcher, had said, no ! 
I here damnation's fiery waves arrest, 
And with them, Death and Hell drove back again, 
r ing the servant of Lis country's hcpe ; 



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Thus he, whose clear prophetic vision had 
Foretold, the ' conflict irrepressible,' 
Now felt the power of his own deep thoughts. 
iDeep were the wounds, of these confounding blows, 
Vet glorious was the bloody victory. 
Heav'n often flings us, in blest triumph, on 
Our knees, and shows us that our conquest is 
Of God. 



Thus rose from Death, one of the armless 
Soldiers of the age ; and rising, join'd the 
People's thrilling shouts of gratitude to Heav'n ; 
For well he felt, this glory was of God, 
And prophesied again unto the world. 
He, like the faithful watchman at the bows 
Ne'er sleeps, and still, of threat' ning danger warns. 
The triumph of an honest man is great, 
When only simple truth his cause maintains, 
But when the arm of Heav'n is made bare, 
Spite of himself, to snatch him from the grave, 
The lustre, is of greater glory still. 
The right hand of eternal power was here. 
Fierce were the plunges of the dastard's knife, 
Within a hair's breadth, had he dug of life ; 
But often, Hell its own infernal plans 
Confounds, and in its fury, fails to reach 
[ts mark, and finds itself plung'd back again, 



<*3 

Into its own abyss. 

Ah ! true, there is 
A Great Infallible ; unerring are 
His ways ; who swerves from him, becomes a sfcai 
From its own centre broke, and wanders into 
Endless night. 

XL 

All hail, great Lincoln ! thy grand task, 
Thy high commission, given thee of God, 
Is well fulfill'd ; thy Master needed thee— 
He train'd thee in the school of his own choicG, 
And himself. rais'd thee to the height sublime, 
Of his own will ; he knew, his Abrah'm would 
Be faithful to his trust, and meant to bless 
The world in him. Yea, heav'n with lire hapitz'd 
Thee for her work, and through thy being sent, 
The glow intense, which tempered all thy soul 
With strength, and rais'd thee to the level of 
Thy work, nor aught astonishes from such 
A source, well might rare souls from such a college 
Spring, a building where the walls are all made 
Up of thought, intell'gence, and living souls, 
Whose ruling President, was God himself. 
Such was thy college, Lincoln, and thy Master 
Such, who pour'd into thy soul a stream of 
Life., and made the vigor of thy being 



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His own truth and love. 

Philos'phy's bright light, 

To thee was doubtless sweet, but the far brighter 
Light of Heav'n itself, was needed here. Hope, 
Courage, faith, and love, thy springs and pillars 
Were, all human springs in this great work, tempered 
By aught of man, had iaifd ; a Lincoln's conscience, 
And a Lincoln's heart, with God enthron'd in 
Them, might lead, and bear a unVerse, but all 
Beneath eternal power, must sink. 

Great was the burden of thy country's woes, 
But well thy master knew hU strength in thee. 
Yet deep and many, were the furrows of 
Thy lofty brow, for Heav'n tests all the strength 
Which she bestow T s, and to the utmost tries 
Our faith. 

Thou didst live rapidly, thy term 
In pow'r, was a whole life-time, for a common 
Man ; but age ne'er touch'd thy mental powers ; 
Thy soaring soul was ever young — the vision 
Of a brilliant future fir'd thee, and ever 
Kept thee up. Before thee stood a future 
Universe, unchain'd, and every soul of Adam 
Free ! Hope was thy ever-glowing element. 
Yet did thy being now, beneath its load, 
Chosen by Heav'n thou, for this great work. 



4o 

Th' no were the only shoulders, fitted for 

This mighty weight of care, and wot;. Thine, too, 

The only heart, where dwelt the elements 

To be call'd forth. 

Well had thy Master strengthen'd 
Thee, to grapple with the foe ; and from thy 
Country's bow'ls, the foul serpent to drag out ; 
Which on its vitals had long gnaw'd, and on 
The greatness of a mighty people, hung, 
Like a true, with'ring incubus of Hell. 
No greater monster ever curs'd our earth, 
No power more debasing e'er was le't ; 
Nor ever were the fires of jeal'sy more 
Intense, or [ride of power, of a bolder 
Type. Unbounded daring mark'd this Hell-born 
Pow'r ; but Heav'n had frown'd upon her. Oft had 
She stung, and sought to cripple all thy soul ; 
But thou by Heav'n wast arm'd throughout — thy mind 
AYell balanc'd, and thy heart well tond. Yea well 
Thy country knew, that thou wast true to God, 
And true thou wast, till thy great 31aster said, 
It is enough ! well done ! faithful and good ! And bade 
Thee gather up thy feet, and enter into 
Rest. 

He, to the realms of immortality 
Has fled — whv should the earth be sad ? He, to 



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Mortality is lost; but he has gain'd 

The prize, and scal'd the heights of life. Deep and 

Unfathom'ble are the ways of God ; yet 

Would vain man attempt to sound these mighty 

Depths, and venture judgment on the ways of 

Heav'n. But he who fears, and loves the righteous 

Hand that smites — whose soul adores th' Infinite, 

Knows all things work for good, to those, who shape 

And steer their course, by conscience, truth, and God. 

The light intense, which by its brightness blinds, 

Only our weakness clearly demonstrates. 

Yet mortals, far to weak to gaze upon, 

The full bright orb of high eternal truth, 

Cite oft the Infinite before their doubts ; 

A sparrow falls, an atom from its centre 

Seems to fly, a mountain reels, and planets 

Burst. To mortals one is nought, the other 

Overwhelming ; but to the Infinite, 

The mountain and the atom are alike. 

He knows the details of his universe ; 

Sparrows and atoms are all known to Him. 

He rules them as the Mountain and the Sun ! 

A Lincoln, therefore, falls not unobserv'd : 
His fall, is part of some all-wise design, 
Which mortals dare not judge, and cannot know ; 
Nor aught of guilt in crime is chane'd, or roll'd 



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Away from man, because the Infinite 

Was th^re. A lie, can ne'er be truth, and darkness 

Never* can be light. Truth is immutable. 

Hence, he who slew this chosen one of God, 

Was foul, and dark as Hell. Crush'd 'neath the weight 

Of his own guilt, he ceas'd on earth his crimes. 

Yet from the lashings of his own remorse 

Pie scaped not, no reasoning could ease 

Him, in his self-inflicted pangs, wretch ! 

No stoicism could convert him to 

A stone. A man, he is ; and such, with all 

His pow'rs of conscience, reason, and all else, 

Must be. He struck his conscience mute, and dar 

Himself. His reason he put out, and stunn'd ; 

Nor from its just tribunal, aught would heed. 

His guilt must then remain ; nor aught is chang'd, 

Because the Infinite was there, and ev'ry 

Crevice of his soul well knew. He, monster, 

His own Maker dar d. His blood is on him. 

Here, then, truth in simplicity stands forth ; 
The Master but recall'd his servant to 
Himself; nor aughs more evident, or oft 
Occurs, than darkness serving light, or error 
Starting forth the truth. The murderer, who hastes 
His victim's flight to realms of bliss, is foul. 

Thrice glorious is that great victorious fall, 



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Which triumphs on the bended knee of truth ! 

But oh, how foul that power, sustain'd alone 
By crime, which only lives, when others groan 
And die ; whose dignity is in a slave, 
Whose highest glory is the murd'rer's hand, 
Whose greatest triumph is the blood pour'd out, 
Of" innocence ; which neither thrives nor stands, 
Nor lives, nor breathes, but by the foulest, fiercest 
Of all tyrnnies ; whose high prosperity 
Is found by withering all of great in a an, 
And from his being, eve'ry righteous feeling 
Tramp'ling out ; whose wealth, ador'd and idolizd, 
Is but the dregs and drainings of unwilling 
Toil,wrench'd by the lash, which he who whirls degrades 
And he who suffers fills with Hell. Save me, 
Great God! from wealth soak'd in a mother's tears ; 
From wealth from out her very bowels torn. 
Yea, save me from the pow'r which sells mankind — 
) Which sneers at black humanity in woe, 
And in the bowlings of the wretched finds 
Its bliss, rioting in its. bloody wealth. 
If this be not Hell upon Earth, what is ? 

Great was the soul that such damnation from 
The earth could sweep : that boldly could rise up, 
And shake the sceptre of eternal right, 
Over such deep-damnd wrong, that to such forces, 
In the name of Heaven could say, be Lrone ! 



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Lincoln, thy name shall e'er be great. Thou wast 

All mercy to thy foes, revenge was not 

In thee. Thy heart was pure, thy aims were right ; 

And all thy country's blood and treasures were 

Pour'd out for this. Yea, thou hadstdrain'd a universe, 

To rid the earth of wrong, and bring about 

The reign of right. Nor ever heart bled freer 

At its country's woes. Hate dwelt not in thee ; 

Thy greatest glory was eternal love. 

Ah! in that hour supreme, had speech been thine, 

Thou, like the Son of Goo, hadst pray'd 

Father, 
Forgive them, for they know not what they do ! 
Thine was an iron, but forgiving soul, 
With resolution clad, yet open to access, 
Firm to thy righteous purpose and thy arm; 
Yet to the claims of mercy, ever true. 
As for thyself alone, thou didst not live, 
So for thyself alone, thou didst not die. 
The bearing of thy life, was liberty; 
Thy soul was open to its noblest charms, 
Thou would'st thy people raise, to all its height, 
And, Abraham dike, by them thus bless the world. 
Far was the reach of thy grand purposes, 
Thou would'st the nation's energies string up, 
And fill her with a mighty moral pow'r, 
That she herself might burst her ancient bonds, 



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And trample under foot, opposing bolts 
And bars, to all that leads to greatness and 
To God. Well didst thou aim thy blows, at all 
Of wrong. Intense was thy sincerity. 
; Thou didst thy own great seal of blood affix 
To all thy heart had purpos'd to work out. 
Great was the triumph of thy glorious fall ; 
Thine enemies, dragg'd ruin on themselves. 
The fiendish violence which ran th^e through, 
Confounded and o'erwhelm'd thy mighty foes; 
Their madness on themselves recoil'd ; they reel'd, 
Were thunder-struck, confounded, and thus stagg'ring 
Came down themselves, with mountain weight, upon 
The gates of liberty, and burst them open 
, ^To th'astonished world, never, no, never, 
To be closed again. They from their very 
Hinges now have fled ; both bond and free, have 
Shaken off their chains. The sons of Ham have 
Started into life, and suddenly were men, 
While their old guards, of whiter hue, have lost 
Their ancient gates, and fled. 

Yea, immortal' ty 
Exists in truth and right ; hence, Washington 
Still lives; his thoughts, his views, his soul, are yet 
Great powers at work ; they still the nation move. 
Nor is the mighty Cobden gone. The strong 



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Resistless lever of his giant mind, 

For many a generation yet unborn, 

Will move the world. O no ! such lights can ne'er 

Go out : truth must, and will, for ever live. 

Hence Abraham now, in his own Andrew lives, 

Whose soul has long been pledg'd to liberty, 

Who freed himself by setting others free, 

Thus tasting with a keener sense the sweets 

fc)f liberty. The freeman is not free, 

While slaves are hanging on his soul : he shook 

Them .off, and then was free ! Unshackl'd now, 

He soars, and bids the nation's soul expand ; 

lie sweeps away the stubble and the straw ; 

He looks to th-3 foundations of the people's 

Hopes ; he bids them ev'ry fetter clear away, 

lie would eternal right should be the ground 

Of all, and thus rebuild and reunite, 

On principles imperish'ble, a nation, 

Born to prove that liberty well understood 

Would place the world on the high road to peace. 

And happiness. 

Lincoln then lives ; his soul 
Commands. He fell, but not the fabric which 
He built ; yea, he went home to God, but left 
A host of mighty spirits, that fill well 
His plac *, that caught his spirit, and his plans 



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Approv'd. Th ennobling tear of friendship, on 
Him fell ; all hearts yearn 'd over him, and felt 
The blow that brought him down ; but grief is not 
Despair, the millions whom he freed, weeping, 
Rejoice, and their poster'ty, with burning 
Gratitude, shall bless his name ! 

Say not, he 
Could not otherwise, necessity compelled 
His course ; say rather, at necessity, 
His love of liberty, here, leap'd fur joy. 
Yea 'twas Omnipotence that broke the chain. 
Yet not less true, the heart of Lincoln was, 
To God ; he heard his master's voice, and he 
Obey'd ; he saw the eye that guided him, 
And follow d on ; he laid his reas nings, at 
His master's feet. 

Hark ! as he sinks, triumphant 
. Shouts burst forth from gushing hearts. The battle 
Is the Lord's ; the pow'rs of Hell are foil'd. Man 
Now is man, of ev'ry hue and tongue ; earth 
Rings, from pole to pole, with songs of victory ; 
The work is done ; by faith, the daring mountains 
Have been hurl 'd into the sea ; impossibil ties 
Have sunk, beneath Omnipotence ! 

And you, 
Ye sons, on whom your father's mantle falls ; 



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Ye souls now pledged, by blood, to liberty ; 

Your Heav'n-sent commission, is before you, 

Written with ink, drawn from the nation's veins. 

Bead it, and let it sink into your souls. 

High is the charge which Heav'n confides to you ; 

Sublime the work, he calls you to perform ; 

Nought is too high, when Heav'n leads the w T ay ; 

Nor aught too great, for those who lean on God. 

A nation high, in honest liberty, 

Is high in honest pow'r ; and rising, lifts 

The world. Despising arms, she seeks, and finds 

A higher power. 

Hear, then ! for he, though dead 
Yetspeaketh still. Listen, ye mighty spirits 
Whom he left. 

XII. 

" Your institutions and your laws, 
"Now cleans'd by blood and tears, with nought to weigh 
" Them down, or their foundations sap, maintain ! 
" They now, are more than ever great and dear ; 
" Above and far beyond the reach of arms, 
" They w T ield a power, omnipotent. Let them 
" By their own weight and force, work out their ends. 
" The frowms of despotism are nought to them. 
" They, error shall crush out, unstain'd by blood. 



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* ; Right, by its nature, terrifies all wrong, 
kl Enough that they exist, their element, 
" Their breath, is power, not assum'd, innate ; 
" Beneath their quiet, life-inspiring shade, 
kt All human energies unfold their strength, 
" Nature itself smiles out, and science soars. 
•' Hope sheds on all the future, glorious light. 
" And cheers humanity. 

" Ye sons of Washington, 
" Your Institutions save, but not by pride. 
" Surround them by simplicity and truth, 
" Wall them all in, by living faith in God. 
" Let christian souls be free, and they are strong ; 
" All else, are lame, untrue, and blind, and weak, 
" Unable to support a nation's weight, 
*' Of high prosperity, and flowing wealth, 
'• Which only true humility and faith 
" Can bear. 

" Convince mankind, that honest law, 
{> Freedom and truth, form all the dignity 
" We need on earth ; the Robe of Honor is 
'• Eternal truth ; the ermine is true purity 
" Of soul. Truth, through all error sweeps, 
" Her swordless way : nought can resist her pow'r ; 
" Nor doth she need, the glare of mortal arms : 
" She to the world gives confidence and peace ; 



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f4 She bears down with a nation's weight, all wrong. 
" Yea, to the whispering spirit of the times 
" Give ear ; for he who rules, shows oft his hand, 
" And oft in great events speaks loud and clear. 
" Keep open, eyes, and ears, and hearts, to God ; 
" Follow his leadings, he will lead you on. 
' Rise ! rise ! The vigor of a nation's youth, 
'* Is great; all is before you ; never cease, 
*' To rise. Free and unfettered, now ye are. 
•' No withering incubus now weighs you down. 
<4 Nor suffer evermore, the shackle or 
" The chain ; the wings of liberty are spread. 
" Your Press, with every tongue is free ; your arms 
" Are young ; your hearts in highest glow ; your hopes 
" Are bright ; be all your motives sound and true 
11 To God and man. All nature, with her cares 
•' And boundless stores, are yours ; go with the key 
" Of Science in your grasp, and search these realms 
" Of wealth ; unlock these treasures, now long hid ; 
" Bring them all forth, and pour them out in commerce, 
" On mankind ; yea, let them by your energies 
44 Flow forth, by sea and land. 

44 Your recompense 
'< Shall be, 

44 The Earth's applause, the smile of God ! 5 ' 

LofC. 



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On Albion's ancient shores, great hearts an d true 
£wing with a noble beat in freedom's cause. 
The ancient May-Flower's fires are burning still, 
Nor ever can, by aught on earth, be quench'd ; 
Rather they glow with ten-fold power and heat : 
Still many an ardent soul strides thence across 
The deep, to mingle with the element 
They love, and blow the holy, elevating 
Flame of pure fraternal love'; responses 
Alternate athwart the deep, and strengthen 
Ties innumerable of interest and blood. 
Great spirits of the age, from both shores to each 
Other call, and almost tete-a-tete converse, 
Exchanging thoughts which move the world, touch all 
Its springs, and send on bounding every hope 
Of man; thus urging each the other on 
In vast developments and enterprises 
Which astound th' earth. Let but these mighty spir'ts 
Blend in light and wealth and pow'r : Let them unite 
To break the fallow ground of all the earth, 
And snap the galling fetters of mankind ; 
Let them breathe into withered man the breath 
Of life, and fill him by their energy 
With pow'r : Let them together hold aloft 
The torch of truth, and send its cheering light 



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O'er all the earth : Yea, let them draw by lure 

Of Science, Commerce, Arts, and all of Truth, 

The nations into universal brotherhood. 

Why fear ? why doubt ? for man, through all the earth} 

Is man— his Universal Father, God ! 

Let them then sweep away the night that wraps 

The world. Grand are the powers; at their call 

Th' imperishable wealth of truth is theirs. 

Not that of mere philosophy, which, great 

And good, yet freezes in the soul, but that 

Of sweeter and more genial glow, which melts 

Mankind into the mould of love. Let them 

The glorious Sun of Reason, Christ, and Science 

To its zenith send, and light o'er all the earth 

Shall be ; nor think that swords to ploughshares never 

Can be turn'd, or spears to pruning hooks. Yea, 

Rise, " my people,'-' rise ! for all is possible : 

The Christian only dares thus speak : go forth, 

Ye sons of everlasting truth — stand to 

Your heavenly tempered arms ; Justice her 

Own eternal throne shall seize ; o'er all 

The earth her righteous sceptre she shall sway. 

Confounding darkness, and all else of wrong, 

Till ev'ry son of Adam shall be free ! 



